Harleigh slowly opened the door to Steven's house. She noticed no visible signs of life yet. So maybe he had managed to sleep through her morning run. She could get used to running around the marina. The boats and ocean were beautiful, and it beat the small park where she normally ran. She toed off her trainers and moved towards the kitchen. No Steven there either. She had felt him shift when she got out of bed earlier. She'd assumed he would catch up with her on her run. She also knew that he was dreading today like the plague. It was break up day, and the captain wasn't ready to face his near miss of the Stanley cup. Hell, he'd hidden himself and her away for the rest of the week and weekend. Harleigh being sick of the boat was the only reason he gave up his pirate castaway fantasy.


Harleigh did kind of miss lying in the hammock with him watching the sunset, but they could do that on dryland. He needed to go empty his locker and get everything packed to go home to Toronto. He would be leaving by the end of the month to go train with Scary Gary. He did every summer, and she missed him like crazy every summer. This one somehow seemed worse though. She'd see him not long after he got up there. She always came in for Canada Day. She was looking forward to meeting Neal's girl Tori Lynn. One, because she had memorized Neon Cathedrals' debut album. Two, because this girl had managed to get Neal on the path to the straight and narrow. And, three, she was SEC through and through. Tori Lynn might yell for the Cats, but she would know exactly what Hotty Toddy meant.


She ventured into the kitchen and found Rebel laying in a sunbeam in front of the glass patio doors. He couldn't be bothered to move. She had told Steven the night before she needed to go home to take care of the fuzzball. He'd informed her she could take care of the cat after dinner. He had then kissed her silly, shoved her towards the bath tub, and went to pick up dinner. She'd been getting out of the tub when he returned with Thai food and a pissed tom cat. She'd raised an eyebrow at Steven. He shrugged and sat the cat by her feet. He came back with Rebel's litter box and food a few moments later. He then let out a string of curses when the fluffy white cat was laying on his very expensive black silk pillows on his bed. Harleigh saved her cat's life by introducing him to the sunroom.


"So, you are both being lazy today." said Harleigh to the cat that only cracked one eye open. Rebel huffed and rolled to his other side. Harleigh laughed and shoved a mug under the Keurig. Harleigh pulled the fridge open and looked at the shelves, they were empty but for the left over pad Thai Harleigh grabbed the milk carton and quickly tossed it in the garbage. She then realized it would be black coffee, and she didn't drink black coffee. Harleigh decided this was unacceptable as she waited for the coffee to drip into her Ole Miss mug. She was going to roust Steven out of the bed and force him to take her to breakfast. She was glad she didn't need to be at the VA until 12:00 pm.


Harleigh headed up the stairs as quietly as possible. It was rare that she was awake and he was asleep. Usually, he was scaring the hell out her because he got up at dawn to train. Harleigh pushed open the bedroom door and scanned the room. Sure enough, Steven was still in his bed. Harleigh paused a moment to appreciate all the golden skin, rumpled blonde hair, and muscles tangled in the black silk sheets. Harleigh hated to wake him. Most of his sleep had come in fits and starts since he had awoken in the Chicago hotel room. According to the captain, she was evil since she refused to allow him to crawl in a bourbon bottle and die. She had informed Mr. Stamkos that she fully intended to be evil and he needed to get over it. Harleigh crept closer to the bed and gently sat the coffee down on the nightstand. Before she could turn back towards Steven he snaked an arm out and pulled her into the bed with him. Harleigh squeaked as she hit the mattress. Steven spooned her up against his front.


"You didn't think I was still asleep did you, Harleigh Quinn?" he whispered in her ear. Steven placed a soft kiss on the small tattoo behind her ear. A tiny black and red diamond that no one really noticed. He'd dared her to get the comic book villains infamous symbol. He didn't believe she would do it, but Harleigh was never one to back down. Harleigh was itching to make Steven get a tattoo. He had promised her that he would get tattooed when he won the Cup. He'd be lucky if she didn't drag him to the parlor directly from the ice. For now, he was content to just admire hers. He slid his hand over the tattoo of the state of Mississippi on her hip before sliding it higher to touch the tattoo just beneath her left breast. She was Southern to the core. In scripted letters it read "After all tomorrow is another day." Steven couldn't begin to tell you the number of times he had heard her tell the guys at the VA tomorrow was another day. Harleigh started wiggling. His girl was also very ticklish.


"Damn it, Steven." she said trying to squirm out of his hold. She heard him laugh as he pulled her closer. "If you're awake you should have gotten your lazy ass out of bed and ran with me!"
"Nope, don't have to." he replied like a petulant child "I kept waiting for you to comeback." He moved so that he was straddling her waist with her wiggling beneath him. "You brought me coffee." he said as she moved trying to get him off of her.


"UMM, no!" she exclaimed "I made ME coffee. Your milk was a science fair experiment. And I was pretty sure I had left sugar here. What kind of animal doesn't have sugar, Captain? A monster, that's who."


"You're grumpy without coffee. “stated Steven looking down at her. Harleigh was glaring at him. He knew he had about 15 seconds before it was straight Mississippi hellcat. "I haven't exactly been home. Someone kidnapped me." Steven captured her hands and pulled them above her head before kissing her softly "And I never have sugar in the house. When I decide I need sweet tea...I end up dumping all your little packets into my tea." He dropped a kiss on her forehead "I blame you..."


"Me?" she asked attempting to free her hands.


"Yes, Canadians don't drink sweet tea. Wildlings from Mississippi drink sweet tea."


"I can't help it y'all aren't civilized. And that's gross dumping sugar into tea."


"How is that gross? You drink sweet tea." he questioned.


"You're such a Yankee. Everyone knows if you don't put the sugar in when the tea is hot it will never melt. If it's cold, you have to use sugar syrup. You are a caveman,91." she answered still trying to get out of his grasp.


"I am Canadian, that does not make me a Yankee." he said refusing to let her loose.


"Makes you a super Yankee. “she said sticking her tongue out at him.


"No teasing, Harleigh Quinn.” he admonished.


"Who said I was teasing?” asked Harleigh moving her hips against his. "Let me go, Stammer."
He tipped his head back and laughed "I told you not to call me Stammer."


"And Mr. S doesn't like when I don’t listen." she said in the sing song tone familiar to character he's nicknamed her after. She bucked her hips again and came close to dislodging him. Steven laughed again. Harleigh was strong, but not strong enough to moved him. Steven pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. "Get over it, Puddin."


"What I should do is paddle that ass for sneaking out of bed at 6:15 am on a morning neither of us have anywhere to be until noon."


Harleigh moved quick as a snake and sat up, and pushed away from Steven. She was on the other side of the bed and off the bed before he could grab her "Promises promises, Stammer." She was moving towards his bathroom. Steven watched as she kicked off her running shorts. She got closer to the bathroom and pulled off his Bolts tank. Harleigh then tossed her sports bra at him. Steven caught it and rolled off the edge of the bed as she stepped out of her boy shorts. Steven followed her to the bathroom collecting her clothes as he went. She had the hot water on and was climbing in the shower when he entered the bathroom. She smiled at him over her shoulder and shut the shower door. He grabbed the shower door and Harleigh quickly shut it again. Steven tugged it open and stepped in the shower. Harleigh pushed him out the door "Absolutely not, Steven! Shower for one! Out!" He shook his head no. "Out, Steven! I want to shower and then we need breakfast." Steven grinned at her before stepping in and forcing her under spray. He shucked his boxer briefs. Harleigh flushed. He loved that she still did that.


"I know what I'm having for breakfast." he said pulling her up against him. "And if you’re lucky I'll let you out of the shower and my bed before you have to be at work." His mouth descended on hers "Ten hours at the hospital is a long time to go without you."


Harleigh sensed a frantic need in Steven. She knew next month that their lives would go back to the mundane of everyday life they lived every summer. But she couldn’t help but think that they had changed with this short week trip, because it did feel awfully short. Part of her wished they could spend more time locked away from everyone. Just Harleigh and Steven. No Stammer, no captain, no 91. Harleigh finally manage to free herself from his strong arms. Steven kiss her passionately on the lips, and then worked his way down her neck.


The spray from the shower head was hot, and it felt good on Harleigh's back. Steven pulled her closer to him so they could share the warmth of the hot shower. Harleigh loved the feeling of his body against hers, she began to kiss on his neck and shoulders. Harleigh reached behind Steven for the body scrubber and body wash. She leaned back away from him just enough to get the scrubber lathered up with soap. Harleigh told him to turn around, and she begin to use the scrubber and her other hand to wash his back. She was massaging his muscles, relaxing him even more. She rubbed the scrubber on his ass as well making sure that she didn't miss anything on Steven's body. Harleigh even knelt down so she could get the back of his legs down to his feet.


"Harleigh," he said reaching for her "I thought this was my shower show."


Harleigh laughed looking up at him from her knees "Yeah well, I also thought I kidnapped you."


"You did." he exclaimed as she rubbed the scrubber across his vee cut. Steven sucked in a breath. He breathed in the peachy scent he associated with Harleigh. "Damn it Harleigh, I’m going smell like a peach in the locker room."


"I can only imagine that would be an improvement, Stammer." she winked at him.



Steven hauled her up to her feet. He shook his head. He was trying not to laugh. Harleigh stared into his eyes while she massaged him, this time on his chest and stomach. She worked her hands down his body slowly, moving soap all over his arms, neck, kissing his lips. She moved her hands lower on his abdomen. Harleigh worked down his legs, purposefully skipping his groin, wanting to keep that area for last. She washed down his legs staring up into his blue luminescent eyes. Harleigh smiled as she worked her way back up his legs; She rub some extra bubbles of soap on her tiny hands, so that she wouldn't scratch his sensitive area. She moved her hands to first his balls massaging them, and getting them nice and lathered up. She then moved her hands up the shaft of his docketing every inch of it clean, working up and down the shaft, him getting hard in her working hands. Feeling the soft skin of his cock in her hands while moving her eyes from his cock up to his face. A face that was already showing some signs of her efforts on his body. The look of pure pleasure and ecstasy was written all across Steven’s face.
Harleigh stood up to kiss him on his lips as she grabbed the shower head and rinsed him off. As she replaced the shower head, Steven kissed along her neck and ears again, leaving marks on her neck.


“Steven Christopher Stamkos, if you leave a hickey on me I will beat you with your own hockey stick.” She admonished. He nipped at her neck again. “I’m serious. You’re bringing them all home.” He started laughing against her neck. Harleigh pushed him away from her and against the shower wall.


Harleigh slowly move back down his body nibbling on the skin of his chest, and nipples, kissing his sides, and abdomen, all the way back down to the engorged erection between his legs. She reached first with her hands feeling his cock grow to its fullest length and girth before she reached it with her lips. Looking up at him Harleigh began to kiss and lick at the head, twirling her tongue around it. Massaging the head with her lips sucking him in just enough to flick the head with her tongue then pulling him out from between her lips, teasing him almost playfully. Harleigh can hear him moan quietly at her teasing, feel the hot water hit his back as she plays with his most sensitive area. She licked all the way up and down his shaft, starting at the base, working her way up the underside of his dick, before kissing and licking the head again. Harleigh worked him slowly building up the tension in his body till he couldn’t take it anymore. Her mouth moved down his shaft. Licking and kissing her way down. Keeping one hand on his balls, she moved her other hand up to his back and scratch his lower back lightly for the time being, getting his senses used to everything she was doing to him.



Harleigh brought her lips back up to the head of his cock, and licked on it again teasing him even more before she worked the whole length of his cock into her mouth. She moved her tongue back and forth on the underside of his shaft as she worked her lips down him, all the way to the hilt. Harleigh started working his cock with faster movements, until she felt Steven start to take over, his hand moved to the back of Harleigh’s head and began fucking her mouth. Harleigh wrapped her lips tighter around his shaft as he moved his cock fast between them, she was sucking on him harder with every stroke.



Steven was making incoherent noises. Harleigh moved her free hand down her body to her already dripping wet pussy, and begin to playing with her clit. Harleigh moved her fingers down to the opening of her pussy and pressed in two fingers and rubbed her palm against her aching clit. She wanted more than just her fingers to be there. Harleigh continued with letting her mouth be fucked by Steven. She looked up at him and saw his headlined back loving the feeling of what she was doing to him.



Finally, Harleigh felt him tense as he was about to cum, and she worked herself harder so that they could cum together. She felt the tension in his balls, his hard cock that was working its way in and out of her mouth, until he makes one final thrust. With every jerk of his cock he moans loudly. Harleigh was moaning around his cock until his orgasm finished. He looked down at her with a big smile on his face. He pulled her to her feet by her arms. She whimpered at the loss of contact with her clit. He kissed her deeply, loving the feeling of their wet bodies pressed against each other with the water pouring down on them.


“Fuck, Harleigh.” His kisses were becoming more frantic “I meant for this to be about you.”


“So make it about me.” she stated. Her hand snaking back down her body. “Or should I just do it myself?”


“You are fucking killing me.” he murmured against her ear. “Why did we wait so long?”


She moved her hand lower “Because you were busy sleeping your way through Tampa. And I don’t share, Stammer.”


“Neither do I, Harleigh Quinn.” he nipped at her lip then her ear.


Steven reached down where Harleigh left the scrubber, and poured more soap onto it. He was nipping at her neck while he lathered it up some more. He turned her under the shower head like she had with him her back facing him. He began with her front though. Steven moved the scrubber and his hands along her neck, and down her chest, to her tight nipples, rubbing the scrubber along her nipples to make them hard, squeezing both of her breasts in his calloused hands. Pinching each one of the nipples he worked his hands down Harleigh’s stomach, then to her legs. Steven scrubbed down all the way to her feet then back up. He spread her legs further apart so that he could use the scrubber on Harleigh’s sensitive pussy. Knowing that it was already super sensitive from her near orgasm. Steven moved the scrubber past the lips of my pussy cleaning every bit of her. He was teasing her with his fingers on her clit. She moaned in his ear. He pulled away just enough to see the pleasure in the features of her face eyes closed, mouth open. Steve moved his hand away from Harleigh’s oversensitive pussy, so that he could turn her around. Now, facing the wall of the shower, with the water beating down on her, Harleigh felt his hands massaging the muscles of her shoulders and down her back. He scrubbed down the back of her legs. He worked his hands and the scrubber back up her legs Harleigh’s ass, moving the scrubber between her legs. Steven wanted to see what he was doing to Harleigh. He pressed on her back with one of his. Harleigh felt like she was being frisked in the shower.



Harleigh’s hands up against the wall she felt him moving his hand back to her ass washing every inch of her in the process. Harleigh felt him move away and stand up, but just as she was about to move Steven pressed on her shoulders so that she couldn't. He grabbed the shower head and rinsed off her body, and then placed the shower head between her legs. Harleigh moaned just loud enough for him to hear her, the feeling the hot water spraying up against her clit made her squirm. He replaced the shower head back into its mount on the wall leaving one hand on Harleigh’s ass, kneading his fingers in the flesh of her ass. He slid one, and then two fingers to her soaking wet pussy and pressed them inside. He kissed the back of her neck as he stood behind her. Steven was leaving his mark behind just low enough that they wouldn’t be seen in her scrubs. Harleigh’s eyes closed the whole time just absorbing all the feelings of Steven having his way with her body like she did with him.



Steven slid down her back, leaving kisses and licks all the way down her. Pumping his fingers still inside of Harleigh. She felt them being taken out of her body.


Her face pressed against the wall of the shower. Steven move his tongue along her, licking up all her juices, fucking his tongue in and out of her pussy, and playing with her clit with his clever fingers. Steven licked and sucked at Harleigh’s pussy while she moaned loudly, pressed against the wall of the shower, with the hot water running down her back, as an orgasm racked her body. Steven continued with licking and fingering of her clit and pussy. Harleigh loved the feeling of him between her legs. She began to beg him to fuck her against the wall of the shower. Without hesitation she felt him stand up, not wanting to stop teasing her, but feeling his throbbing cock wanting to be inside her.


Steven pressed, his cock against her entrance. He sank to the hilt in one stroke. Stopping to let her get adjusted to his length and girth. She felt one of his hands on her hip, and the other reached around Harleigh to play with her clit. He began to move in and out of her pussy. Harleigh looked over her shoulder to see his cock slide out of her, and then back in. Slow at first then working up to a speed where they both heard his hips slap against her ass. She pushed back against Steven as he fucked and played with her. Harleigh reached another orgasm. Steven started to tense up behind her. Fucking harder and faster. Harleigh felt Steven’s weight press her into the wall as he came. Steven was breathing heavily. Drawing in ragged breaths. He kissed the side of her neck. Harleigh’s own chest would have been heaving but she was covered in Stammer.


“Hey Captain,” teased Harleigh “you okay?” Steven didn’t answer. He kissed her again before cranking the water off.


Steven turned her to face him. He captured her lips. He pushed her wet blonde hair away from her face. “You are going to be the death of me. I’m not sure what was worse wanting you and not having you. Or having you and realizing I need to work on my conditioning.”


“Sorry, not sorry.” said Harleigh laughing.


“It’s bad form to laugh at the guy who just fucked you senseless.” said Steven swatting her ass.

“Ow, Stamkos.” she whined opening the shower door. Harleigh grabbed the towel from the rack.
He reached for the towel “You can drip dry.” she said moving out of his reach.


“Sorry, not sorry!” he called as she left the room. He heard her laugh from his room. He went to grab the other towel laying on the vanity. He then noticed her cat Rebel laying on the towel giving him the evil eye. He tried to chase the giant fuzzball from the counter. He hissed at Steven.


Harleigh had pulled on her bra and her scrub pants when Steven walked into the bedroom. She was sitting on the edge of his bed braiding her hair. He stopped to watch her plait her hair. He liked to watch her do everything.


Harleigh looked over at a very naked Stamkos. “Not the locker room 91.” Steven headed to the closet. He came out of the closet clad in warm up shorts, a bolts tee, and flip flops. He tossed her an Ole Miss t-shirt she had been looking for. She pulled the shirt on just as he tackled her to the bed. He kissed her soundly before levering off the bed. “I demand to be fed, Stamkos!” He pulled her to her feet. He nodded to the door. Harleigh let him lead her through the house. He turned to her and kissed her senseless.


“Meet you at Ricky’s!” he said as he walked out the door. Harleigh watched him dumbfounded. He then stuck is head back in the door “And your cat is a total perv!” Harleigh couldn’t help but laugh.

Notes

I have not abandoned y'all. Been super busy but I am getting back on track.